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[capemods]

WHO: ImPorts in Venezuela
WHERE: Mérida, Venezuela
WHEN: October 15th 2012 - October 18th 2012
WARNINGS: Strong language is likely. Potential violence.
SUMMARY: President Pisani throws a festival for imPorts one and all! While this is a catchall log for the first four days and set wholly in Merida, you are not limited to those parameters. If you want to pursue your own logs too, feel free!
FORMAT: Whatever you'd like.


It was a beautiful city, green and lush. Morning mist locked fingers with older stone and quiet brick. Much of the populace lulled in the valley between two solid growths of mountains, cushioned in an ancient palm and electrified by the lively pulse of the crisp, rain-courted air. The temperature is brisk, chilly, but that shouldn't discourage you from enjoying the lakes and rivers breathing through the land. The city itself is equally crisp and its usually pristine avenues are ablaze with color; banners and posters and warm hellos. There was warmth everywhere, in homes and faces and hands.

Welcome to Mérida, Hero.

Comments

[elongates]

You do plenty. Aren't you the [ A wave of his fingers. ] the newest step in hominid evolution?

[ He gestures to her, imploringly. ]

What's the point of even trying to assist an inferior species?

[professorstarchilde]

Because some of us don't believe that we have to step on everyone else on our way up the evolutionary ladder. Some of us thing we were given these gifts to help people, not hurt them.

[Even if she sometimes goes back and forth on that last part.]

[elongates]

[ Flatly: ] Some of you.

What about the rest of you?

[professorstarchilde]

Mutants have as many personalities as humans do. I see plenty of humans stepping on the rest to try and make themselves powerful. Other super-powered beings, too.

[She's very close to getting up and picking another table. The more she hears this guy talk, the more she wants to hit him and the more she misses the Reed Richards from her time.]

[elongates]

[ He sort of turns and looks at her, really peering over his glasses and really considering her, before he looks down on his hands. ]

Fine. [ It's almost a concession. ] Tell me I'm utterly, totally wrong. You mutants are absolutely, irrefutably like human beings. Sure.

[ Hurriedly, because he's pretty exasperated: ]

What have you been doing?

[professorstarchilde]

I patrol some nights for muggers and the like. I take who I catch to the police. When there's an emergency in the City, I try and help out. The rest of the time I teach anyone who wants to learn.

[elongates]

I see. You're the model imPort, through and through.

[ off-handedly: ]

Anything interesting?